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Standing in the shade of

What I thought was yesterday but

It was only the rain

Come from another place

Another time

How did I miss the glare

Of empty eyes seeming to stare or

Was it only the leaves

Astray on Autumn’s breeze?

Beneath a winter sun

Time like ice swiftly

melts away

until a dark cloud passes

with a chill hand

bids the frost to bloom again.

hanging

from a shattered precipice

clutching

my hands are only vapor

choking

waters wind in patterns fell

I should surely sink beneath